The Messiah Choice (1985) by Jack L. Chalker Read Free Book Online

in to help me. Just leave the door to the hall open."
    "You're sure?"
    "I'm sure."
    The nun wasn't happy with the idea of leaving her alone, although in truth she was exhausted, but she also knew the value Angelique placed on being as self-sufficient as possible. And, as she said, the Lodge staff would be at her beck and call. "Call out if you need me for anything ," Maria told her, and then left.
    Angelique was well experienced with her disability and quite self confident about it, far more so than she was about meeting and dealing with these strange people and this strange new life and power. A thermos with a long, stiff, curved straw was at one side of her chair, allowing her to sip whatever she had instructed be placed in it—in this case some ice tea—and to the other side was a small holder with a number of devices that could be grabbed by her with her teeth. The chair's sophisticated microprocessor could by voice command raise or lower any part of it or the easel.
    She had other devices, not currently attached, that allowed her to do far more on her own than most people would believe possible.
    Still, she had lied when she'd said she no longer had those kinds of fantasies. Indeed, it was just such urges that had caused her to put off taking final vows and truly committing herself to a new life.
    She had lied, too, about no longer being attracted to men. She was, and she found them fascinating because they were different from the nearly all-female society in which she'd been raised. MacDonald, now—though she'd seen him little enough—she found attractive and handsome. He was the only one who didn't dress up, nor quake in his boots at her every word.
    He'd even ducked out on the big meeting! She hoped he wasn't a rotten character underneath. It would be nice to have a male friend who wasn't fifty or sixty and didn't ever wear a clerical collar.
    She put such things out of her mind and began sifting through the stack of papers. MacDonald and the others had, of course, gone through much of this before, but they would have been less sure than she was as to what was or was not important.
    It was laborious work, particularly with her handicap, but she had long conditioned herself to patience. Many of the papers had notes in cryptic words and abbreviations, mostly from Sir Robert to himself. Others were reminders of non-routine obligations and appointments, various ideas for expanding or changing things in the Institute—Sir Robert even seemed concerned about the color of the drapes in the library— and lots of other such mundane items. All of it seemed quite routine.
    After a while she began to get the strong feeling that someone was watching her. It was a somewhat unnerving feeling, and she periodically glanced furtively up to see the open door to the hall and the equally open interconnect to her own suite, from which Sister Maria's snores were quite evident. She also heard voices dimly down the hall, but there was no one anywhere near.
    And still the sensation persisted, as if someone were almost behind her, peering over her shoulder. The drapes had been closed and the lights off in the room when they'd entered, but she had turned on a strong lamp on a table beside the desk. Now, though, it seemed as if the dark shadows at the opposite side of the room harbored something or someone.
    She knew she was being foolish, that the room and the events and the long trip had simply gotten to her, but still it persisted. Finally she could stand it no longer; taking a deep breath she said, quickly and sharply, "Demicercle droite!" The chair immediately pivoted around one hundred eighty degrees to the right.
    For a moment she saw nothing. Then, for a second, she thought she saw movement in the shadows: a dark, manlike shape that seemed to move, then shimmer, a greater black against the darkness of the corner, and it was gone. "Avancer!" she commanded. "Lentement!" The chair crept slowly forward to the corner.
    She did not fear